Date: Tue, 13 May 2008 15:27:55 +0000
From: hornylittledevil@playful.com
Subject: Ryan Clark's Jock
This is a story about gay teenagers who are discovering their sexuality. If
sex between male teenagers is offensive to you, illegal for you to read or
if you are underage then you should move on to something else.
The Smile is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not
represent any person or situation. Copyright and all rights reserved. You
may contact me by emailing HornyLittleDevil@playful.com
RYAN CLARK'S JOCK by The Horny Little Devil
It was Friday, a hot, far hotter than usual summers day, and the school had
told us we could dress down accordingly. My dad had bought me a Chelsea
Football Club (that's soccer) shirt for Chelsea, and for those of you who
don't know, Chelsea is one of the finest football teams in the UK. The
shirt was nice and thin so I decided to wear it to school. I had long ago
discovered the delights of going commando, so I wore my thinnest pair of
shorts and a pair of sandals and went off to school.
Ah ... I forgot one other thing I was wearing which is a bandage tightly
wrapped around my left shoulder, which I had strained the previous week, so
no gym for me today.
Gym was scheduled for the last two lessons of the day, eighty minutes of
running, exercising and sweating, so I was fairly pleased that I would be
giving it a miss in view of the extremely hot weather. I tried to get the
gym master to let me out of school early, but he insisted that I sit
downstairs in the changing rooms underneath the gym and do some studying.
Everything was fine while the others were changing for gym, after all I am
gay and they are boys!!
When they went up to the gym, however, things got boring and you can only
learn so much by reading something over and over, but imagine my surprise
and delight when about fifteen minutes later the doors came crashing open
and in walked Ryan Clark. Ryan was a good-looking lad with jet black hair
and a great tan. He was around 5'8" tall and pretty nicely put together.
He was uncut like most of the boys in the school, and uncut cocks fascinate
me, always have!! All right, any cocks fascinate me, period. He also had
a great tan with no tan lines, so I would have loved to find out where he
must have managed to sunbathe nude, but alas I never did.
"What a fucking jerk, what a fucking stupid cunt!!"
"What's up, Ryan," I asked, "Who's a jerk?" (You'll notice I don't use the
same language as Clark, not my style.)
"Who do you fucking think? Fucking Tricker," he said. Reg Tricker was our
gym master. "Stupid bastard chucked me out of the gym `cos he said I was
fucking about and `endangering the rest of the class'", the last phrase
said mockingly. "I wouldn't complain if it was me, but it was that prat
Robinson," he said.
He pulled off his gym shirt and shorts and threw them across the room,
leaving only his jock strap. He gathered his outdoor clothes together and
then lowered the final item of clothing to the floor. What I saw was
absolute perfection and I couldn't help but gaze at it longingly. It was
around four inches soft, and there looked to be plenty of loose skin, so
the chances were that he was quite a grower. Needless to say, I was hard -
and I mean H-A-R-D!
"I could do without you perving on me, Russell," he said, suddenly dragging
me back to normality.
"I'm sorry, Ryan," I said, I wasn't really looking at you, I was just
staring into nowhere."
"Yea, I believe you ... not," he said, picking up his jock and hurling it
in my direction. I ducked and it went sailing over my head, "I'm gonna get
some air," he said, then he grabbed his kit bag and walked out of the gym.
I was looking after him with lust in my heart when the doors opened again
and David Sayers walked in, "Where's Clark?" he asked me. Now David Sayers
is my ideal kind of boy. He's dark haired and doesn't aspire to the surfer
look that so many of the guys try to emulate. I think the word that best
describes him is `cute'.
"Hey, Russell, I asked you a question," he said.
"Ummm, sorry, Sayers," I said, trying to hide my hard-on which had begun to
shrink when Clark left, but was very much on the way up again while I was
looking at David's fine body, "What did you ask?" I muttered.
"I said where's Clark?" he repeated, angrily.
"He's really pissed off, and he's gone to get some air," I said, "why did
you want him?"
"Tricker wanted him back in the gym. Billy Champion admitted that it was
him who was fucking around and it wasn't Clark's fault."
"Too bad," I said as David went back up to the gym.
I sat down to read my book again but out of the corner of my eye I caught
sight of the jock strap that Clark had hurled at me. I picked it up
intending to hang it on his locker, but it was damp with his sweat and,
although I've never done it before and would never have expected to do it,
I raised it to my face and sniffed at it. Immediately I was hooked. The
effect of the smell of teenage boy sex was immediate and addictive. I
breathed out and the warmth of my breath intensified the scent of boy cock.
I began to inhale and exhale which sent my brain into overload and I almost
passed out. My cock was so hard that it hurt and my hands were shaking.
I looked at the clock and saw that there were forty-five minutes of the gym
lesson to go, so I decided to throw caution to the winds. I lay down on
the bench, placed the jock on my head with the crotch directly over my nose
and began breathing deeply. My cock was throbbing and every time it did,
the head rubbed against the cloth of my shorts causing the most incredible
sensations. After a minute or so, I lowered my hand and began to stimulate
myself through my shorts, and then lowered my shorts and kicked them off
along with my sandals. I considered taking off my Chelsea shirt, but this
would have been very painful with my shoulder the way it was, so I lay
there with the jock over my face, my Chelsea shirt covering my upper half,
but naked from the waist down. The effect of Clark's jock on my brain was
something I have never experienced before. It was almost as if I had been
drugged, and I was certainly giving no thought to what might happen if
anybody discovered what I was up to.
The more I breathed into the jock, the stronger the smell seemed to be and
the greater the effect it was having on me. I knew that I wouldn't be able
to last much longer, and when I looked down at my cock, the head was
shining and I was leaking precum with a vengeance. I closed my eyes as I
could feel my orgasm approaching, and it seemed to start at the tips of my
toes, which I was clenching and unclenching with regularity. As I got
closer and closer to orgasm, so it seemed that my lower legs were being
affected and began to shake uncontrollably. By the time the feeling had
reached my thighs, I was moaning and lifting my butt off the bench and was
totally unaware of anything that was going on around me – and even
forgot totally where I was. Suddenly I could hold out no longer and felt
the first rope of cum shoot from my cock as lights flashed and I cried out
with ecstasy. A second spasm shook me and then as a third rope of cum left
my cock more lights flashed. A few more minor tremors followed and then I
collapsed, lifeless, on to the bench, my hand and stomach covered with my
boyjuice I was brought back to earth suddenly by the sound of somebody
clearing their throat. My eyes flew open and I was staring into the face
of Ryan Clark, who was looking down at me with a huge grin on his face and
a digital camera in his hand. So that's what the flashing lights had
been!!
"I knew you had to be gay," he said, "I knew it by the way you were looking
at me."
"You've got it wrong," I said, "just because I was jacking off doesn't mean
I'm gay."
"Then what's with my jock strap draped all over your face then?" he asked.
"Shit," I said, I had totally forgotten that I had his jock on my face,
even though it was interfering with my vision. "Look here, Clark," I
began, "Please, please, please don't spread this around. Only you and me
know about it. I'll do anything, and I mean ANYTHING if you don't spread
this around."
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," I nodded.
He thought for a minute, looked all around, then looked at the clock and
said, "How about a blow job? You obviously like the smell of my cock, and
I could surely do with some relief."
"OK," I agreed, far from reluctantly.
"Well, we've still got twenty minutes before the bell goes, so how about
here and now?" He asked,
I started to clean myself up and took his jock strap off my face, then
picked up my shorts.
"Oh no," he said, "You leave them off until after I've shot my load. That
way if you don't get me off by the time gym finishes you'll still be half
naked when the others come down."
"But they'll see me giving you a blow job, and that won't look very good
for you, will it?" I argued as Clark unzipped his flies and pulled down his
trousers and underpants to reveal his beautiful soft cock.
"I'll just tell them that you're gay, and you offered, and I'm taking
advantage of what's on offer," He replied.
I wasn't going to argue any further as I could already smell the same scent
I had smelt on his jock strap, and couldn't wait to get the real thing in
my mouth, so I knelt in front of him, my own cock hardening up again and
took his soft member in my eager mouth. I slipped my tongue between his
foreskin and his glans and he quickly began to stiffen up. As I pressed
into him, I couldn't help inhaling that wonderful aroma of his boyhood as
his head hit the back of my throat. My earlier idea had been right. He
certainly was a grower, and was a little over six inches hard and quite
thick too. I reached around him and pulled him closer to me, and I could
tell that he was enjoying it as he was moaning and whispering. "Yesss,
yesss, yessssss," with increasing regularity.
I think he was enjoying himself almost as much as I was when he tried to
pull out of my mouth, but I was equally determined to keep him in there.
"Gonna Cum." He managed to grunt as he made another effort to pull out, and
then I felt the first spurt of his boyjuice into my throat. I pulled off a
little way so that I could taste the rest of his offering properly as it
flowed on to my tongue. God, did that taste wonderful, and I thought his
smell was great, his taste was fantastic. I looked up with lust in my
eyes, but all that I could see in his was contempt. He took his softening
cock from my mouth and shook it vigorously, the remnants of his cum
splattering over my face.
"Ryan, I just want to say thanks for not spreading this around, I don't
think I could live with myself if the whole school found out about it." I
said with feeling.
"Oh, I'm still going to spread this all around the school," he said, "and
stop calling me Ryan, you're no friend of mine" he added.
"But ... but ... but you said that if I gave you a blow job ... ... ..."
"No, I didn't say anything of the kind. You offered to do anything for me,
and being the faggot that you are, I let you give me a blowjob. No, I'm
going home now to download these pictures and by Monday I'll have them
printed out to go all around the school." He said as he picked up his kit
bag. "Here, you can keep this as a memento," he said as he threw his jock
strap at me and walked out.
I sat there absolutely dumbstruck. Sure I had enjoyed giving Ryan Clark a
blowjob, but I had expected his silence in return, but now it seemed that
my picture would be all around the school on Monday.
I looked down and saw that my precum had puddled on the changing room floor
and I was just cleaning it up with Clark's jock strap when I was brought
back to my senses by the sound of around thirty pairs of bare feet
thundering down the staircase from the gym. I just about managed to get my
shorts on in time before the boys came hurtling through the door. I
slipped my feet into my sandals and left the building in the hopes that I
might be able to find Clark and plead my case some more, but there was no
sign of him. I trudged home, my shoulder and my heart aching.
I spent a terrible weekend, sleeping little and when I did sleep I had
nightmares. My parents weren't around much and I had no real friends. I
didn't want to show my face around the local area in case Clark had already
started showing the pictures around.
Monday morning eventually came and dawned pretty much the same way I was
feeling, dull and miserable. I trudged my way to school and into the
classroom (I was the first to arrive) and opened my desk to put my books
away, and there it was. A full page print of myself, flat on my back with
Clark's jock strap over my face, my hand on my rock-hard cock, my toes
curled, and a rope of cum shooting into the air. Strangely enough, my
first thought was that it was a very, very sexy picture and against all
odds, my cock began to harden in my pants. I looked at the picture again
and realised that had it not been for the Chelsea Soccer shirt, I might
have argued that it wasn't me, but as I had been the only person wearing a
Chelsea shirt to school, I was well and truly sunk, quite how deep I soon
realised as one by one my classmates came into the room, and as each opened
their desk they found a pocket-sized copy of the same picture.
Of course, the comments came thick and fast and at first I tried to claim
it wasn't me, then I tried to tell them that things weren't as they seemed
and then, stupidly, I tried to say it was an innocent mistake, though how I
expected anybody to believe this I don't know. I managed to survive the
day, even though the word soon spread from class to class and photos were
shown all around the school. Last class was Ancient History with Mr
Lawrence. He had always been a favourite of mine as I he treated me as an
equal because he knew of my fascination with his subject. It probably
helped that I was interested in his favourite subject. I had been accused
of being teacher's pet on a number of occasions, but I had never let that
worry me. As the final bell of the day sounded and we were dismissed, Mr
Lawrence beckoned me to him and I waited while he busied himself tidying
his desk until the last of my classmates had left.
"Bad day?" he asked. I nodded with tears in my eyes, mainly tears of
relief that the day was over. Something to do with this?" he asked
producing a full-page copy of THE picture.
"Oh, shit – sorry sir, how did you get hold of that?"
"It was tucked inside my register when I came in this morning. I assume it
was because somebody knew that we got along well together, and as far as I
know, no other teachers have received a copy of it, although I have seen
some smaller copies doing the rounds. Do you want to tell me about it?"
I told Mr Lawrence exactly what had happened, leaving out nothing. I don't
know why, but I felt that I could trust him. When I had finished, he put
his arm around my shoulders and said, "Jeremy ... it is Jeremy, isn't it?"
(teachers usually called us by our surnames) I nodded, "Well, Jeremy, I
think it was very unfair of Ryan Clark to do this to you, especially as you
had said that you would do anything to stop him and had already given him a
bl ... well, let's say that you complied with his request, but I'm very
much afraid that life is not fair, Jeremy, especially if you happen to be
gay. You are gay, aren't you? Please understand, Jeremy, I'm not asking
this as a teacher but as, I hope, a friend."
"Yea, I'm gay, Mr Lawrence," I said, my voice trembling.
"Listen, Jeremy, there's nothing wrong with being gay, nothing whatsoever,
and you will have enough to put up with in this life without this sort of
thing happening to you. You're going to have the hardest possible job
getting out of this unscathed, but I promise you that I'll do everything I
can to help you and I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to.
I'll give things some thought overnight, but at the moment I think the only
think you can do is to out yourself and to actually tell everyone what has
happened. That way it will all be over and done with pretty quickly and
Clark will be seen for the bastard, pardon my language, that he is. Do
your parents know that you're gay?"
"Yes, sir, I've told them that I'm gay and they're okay with it, but I
think they still hope it's a phase that I'm going through." I told him.
"Do you think that they can be of any help with this?" He asked.
"To tell the truth, sir, my parents are rarely at home, mum is a consultant
surgeon and works all hours and dad is a high-powered businessman and flies
all over the world, so I'm pretty much left to my own devices."
"Well, that's a real shame, Jeremy. In that case give it some thought
overnight as I will, and we'll see what we can come up with. Just remember
I'm here if you need any help." He gave my shoulder a squeeze and stood up
so I packed up my bags and left.
When I got home the house was empty as usual so I went to my computer and
dealt with my email then sat and thought about how I would deal with my
situation. I knew that Mr Lawrence was right and that I would have to come
out. In fact, I thought it would not be much of a surprise to most people
after looking at the photograph, but I wondered how best to handle it and
at the same time let everybody know what Ryan Clark had done. To get
things straight in my own mind I decided to write down exactly what had
happened.
It was then that it occurred to me that if everybody could see what I had
just written, they would see what sort of guy Ryan Clark was, and even
though I would be finally outing myself I might get some sympathy from my
classmates when they found out what had really happened.
I went to bed at around 10 o'clock, just after my parents got home, and
slept soundly having established the bones of what I was going to do. When
I woke at seven o'clock after an uninterrupted and dreamless sleep, I went
straight to my computer and ran off enough copies of what I had written for
the entire class, plus a few spares. I was at school bright and early and
made sure that when each of my classmates opened their desks, they would
find a piece of paper that read as follows:
Dear Classmates
Yesterday you were given a photograph of me which I would rather you had
not seen. I cannot deny that it was me, although I tried to do so
yesterday and I also tried to say that it was an innocent mistake. None of
this was true. The truth is that Ryan Clark stormed out of the gym on
Friday after being unjustly accused of messing around in the lesson. He
dressed and left the building, leaving his jock strap behind. Stupidly I
picked it up and, being gay, I could not resist sniffing it, much as you
straight guys might sniff a girl's knickers. Then I got carried away and
began masturbating, during which Ryan Clark returned to the gym and caught
me in the act, the result being the photograph that you saw yesterday. I
begged Ryan not to show the photograph around, telling him that I would do
anything to prevent it. As a result, Ryan suggested that I perform oral
sex on him, which I did there and then. Afterwards I thanked him for not
exposing me, to which he replied that he had not agreed to keep quiet about
my homosexuality or what he had caught me doing.
I just wanted to take this opportunity to put the full story in front of
you, so that you can see what sort of person Ryan Clark really is. He will
probably deny that this is what happened, but please ask yourself, what
reason would I have to lie?
I know that my being gay will set me apart from the rest of you, but I am
what I am, and I promise that I will keep my sexuality to myself (unless,
of course, you would like me to do otherwise).
All I ask is your understanding.
Your classmate,
Jeremy Russell
I went to Mr Lawrence's classroom and slipped a copy inside his register,
then I returned to my classroom and sat at my desk and waited until my
classmates came in and, one by one, they read my letter. Several of them
looked daggers at me, but some of them looked at me and smiled, then one of
them came over and asked me if what I had written was true and I promised
so that everybody could hear that every word was true.
Eventually Ryan Clark came in and as he walked to his desk everybody stared
at him. He looked around and demanded, "What's the matter? What's up?"
Nobody said a word.
Ryan opened his desk and picked up the piece of paper he found in there and
read it through, getting redder and redder as he did so. When he got to
the end, he stood and walked towards me saying, "I'll get you for this,
Russell," raising his fists.
"Leave him alone, Clark" came a commanding voice from the corner of the
classroom. The voice belonged to Aaron Smith, the biggest boy in our year
and the school boxing champion. "Lay one finger on Russell and you'll have
me to answer to."
"But he's a queer, you read it for yourself."
"Yea, and he says he won't force his sexuality on any of us, he'll keep
himself to himself. Now let's talk about you, Clark, you let a guy blow
you, so you could equally be tarred with the same brush, and we could also
conclude that you're as queer - and I'm sorry to use that word, Jeremy - as
queer as him."
Clark made as if to punch Smith, but Smith just said, "I'd think twice
before you do that, Clark, remember who I am." Clark backed down and
looked crestfallen that he could neither win the argument nor could he take
his anger out on either Smith or me.
"Let's get this straight here and now," Clark said, "I am not a queer and I
only let Russell blow me because he offered."
"Yea, we'll get it straight," said Smith, "Jeremy didn't offer you a
blowjob, he said he's do anything to stop you from outing him. It was YOU
who suggested the blowjob. Let's get something else straight, and this goes
for anybody in this school so you can put the word around. Anybody who
messes with Jeremy messes with me."
"And with me," said a voice from the doorway. When I turned around, there
was Mr Lawrence smiling at us. "Jeremy may be gay, but today he proved
that he's a very brave young man by coming out to all of us. I just hope
that you'll treat him with the respect that he deserves. Clark, as for
you, you should be ashamed of yourself. You've treated Jeremy shabbily and
I think an apology is in order, and if you haven't got the grace to
apologise you'll just prove to your peers that you really are the idiot
you've already proved yourself to be."
No apology was forthcoming from Clark, he just hung his head and walked
from the room with everybody glaring at him.
>From that moment on, people's attitude towards me changed completely.
Whilst I wasn't swamped with friends, my classmates at least spoke to me,
and one or two of them even talked to me about my homosexuality. Of
course, one or two of them from time to time reminded me of `the gym
episode' as it came to be known, but I didn't really mind, and it was not
done with malice. In fact, I quite enjoyed the notoriety once I knew that
everybody that counted was on my side.
Ryan Clark? Well, he totally ignored me from then on, and I wouldn't have
it any other way. He lost all his friends, his grades suffered and
eventually his parents took him out of school and moved him elsewhere.
Aaron Smith and I became great friends, although he is 100% straight, and
Mr Lawrence has been as good as his word and always been there for me and
has given me lots of great advice. I suspect that he might be gay too, but
I wouldn't dream of asking him.
Oh yes, one other thing. In case you're wondering the answer is yes, I
still have the jockstrap to this day and it still smells of Clark with the
heat of my breath, and yes, I still jack off with it draped over my face.
But now I make damned sure that I'll be undiscovered!!!
The Horny Little Devil
Middlesex, England.